“No, I’m notin love. Jesus, Carter.”
My friend studies me, apparently finding something telling in my expression. He gently raises the woman off his cock and pats the other on the ass before kindly sending them away. I’ve always admired the way he can be so chivalrous to women while he speaks so poorly of them when they aren’t around. A true fuckboy.
“Alright, Sinclair, spill it. What the fuck is going on with you?” His concern is touching, especially as he tucks in his cock and refastens his pants. “I’ve never seen you this caught up on a woman before, and I’ve damn sure never seen you pass up a willing hole. What is it about this one that’s got you in your head?”
“Wouldn’t I love to know! I mean, sure, she was one of the best lays of my life. Maybe the best. But it’s more than just a good fuck.”
“Do you think it’s just because she keeps turning down your advances?” He chuckles, pouring his own double shot despite chastising me for the same not five minutes ago. “Have you ever had a woman turn you down?”
Jesus, have I? I’ve been through my fair share of rejections in my life, thanks to my father, but I can’t think of a time when it’s been at the hands of a woman. No one in their right mind would turn me down.Henry Charles Sinclair Jr., heir to the fastest-growing business empire in over fifty years.Not that I ever needed my looks in the first place, considering our wealth, but they come in handy when I encounter a woman who isn’t familiar with my family.
“I suppose not. It’s more than that, though. Maybe it’s because Ididhave her. And it was phenomenal. She can’t even act like it was just good for me either. I know that she had a good night, too. That woman came more times than I could count, so yes, it’s baffling to me why she wouldn’t want to go again.”
“Hmm. Maybe you should fire her? Some women just aren’t into fucking around with their boss. This new generation of hoes isn’t like our parents’ generation, you know. They haveambitionand shit.”
“And you think firing one withambition and shitwill make her more apt to fuck me?” I roll my eyes and lean forward, propping my elbows on my knees. “No, I don’t think she wouldlike that at all. I think the only way to tame this firecracker is to keep her contained.”
“You could always tie the bitch up,” Carter says, mirroring my position.
God, the urge to slap this asshole’s face for talking about my woman that way. But he does have a point. If I could figure out a way to lock her away…
“You know, that’s actually not a bad idea. I could tie her up and keep her locked in my basement. Use her whenever I want. It’s not like she wouldn’t benefit. I’d make sure she got hers too.”
“Hey, you could finally go in raw. Knock her up and have a whole goddamn secret family living down there.”
“Maybe I could trick the bitch I’m being forced to marry to accept one of Blanche’s babies so I don’t have to actually sleep with that Russian whore.”
“Whatever you say, but it’s not like Natalya is ugly. Personally, I would fuck her too. Experience the whole sex-with-your-wife thing most people go crazy over. Knock them both up, see which kid is better, get rid of the other.”
“Jesus, John, you’re horrible,” I say, failing to stifle my laughter. “Reel it back in. What do I do about the secretary problem?”
“Seduce her, man. I know, I know, you’ve never had to stoop so low. But if you’re sure she was just as into you that night, she’ll inevitably be unable to resist you.”
“I’ve beentrying,” I mumble as I bury my head in my hands.
“Crank it up, Sinclair. Seduce her and fuck her out of your system once and for all. We both know it’s just the chase that’s got you all up in arms.”
He’s right. If I’m ever going to fuck this woman out of my system, I have to turn this up to high gear. I relax back into my chair, feeling clarity for the first time since that little menace started working for me. I don’t know why she, of all people, hashad such a bizarre effect on me, but one thing is for certain: Blanche Bedford has no idea what’s coming for her.
Chapter nine
Ugh. Come on…
“Excuse me, can you hurry up?” After another knock on the bathroom door, I give up, pulling my pants up and hurrying to wash my hands. I didn’t expect to be masturbating in the bathroom at my new job, but here we are. Maybe I need to call one of my regulars for a quickie tonight.Somethinghas to give because I can’t continue like this. I quickly exit the restroom, ignoring the line of women and hoping I don’t look too flushed.
“Ms. Bedford, my office, if you please.” My lecherous boss is, of course, hovering nearby. It seems as if I can’t move anywhere in the office building lately without him being within ten yards of me.
Fuck.
It’s apparently been the mission of Henry Sinclair Jr. to torture me for the past week, giving me barely any peace and reminding me at every turn of the night of passion we shared. I’m sure whatever he needs from me in his office now will be no different. The man is such an asshole that I should be ableto move on and stop letting my pussy think for herself. She’s a traitor, and the last time I was in his office…
“Ms. Bedford, come in and shut the door behind you. I need you to take notes during a conference call that I have. Just shorthand for now, you can type it all up later. Here, sit next to me behind the desk. This phone is quiet. You’ll never be able to hear from the other side.”
I dutifully take my place on a stool far too close to Henry, noting immediately that I’m at a lower level than he is. What a bastard. I pull out my notebook and pen as he answers the buzz of the conference call and jokes with some of the other people on the line. As I dictate the first major discussion point, a trip coming up soon to meet with a potential acquisition, a metallic clink draws my attention.
Slowly looking up from my writing, I see that Henry has undone his belt and pulled his suit pants and boxers down around his thighs. The magnificent cock that I was convinced I had exaggerated in my daydreams is just as I remember, thick and weeping. I’m unable to continue taking notes, distracted by the view, when a snap in front of my face startles me. Henry’s holding his open hand in front of me with an expectant look. I stare dumbly for a long moment before he rubs his fingers together, and I realize what he wants.
He’s been such an asshole all week…well, two can play this game. Gazing up at him and batting my eyelashes, I make a show of licking my lips and collecting a mouthful of saliva. Slowly, I spit it into his hand, maintaining eye contact as a blush climbs his neck to his cheeks. Once I’m finished, he winks at me and sits back, sliding back into the conversation on the call with ease and taking his cock in hand. Trying to ignore the slow, firm strokes he’s squeezing up and down his shaft, I go back to my notes.
